Under Zhou Yu's command, the army swept forward like a blade splitting bamboo, capturing Xiapi and bringing more than half of Xu Province under its control.
But they were still a step too slow. Before they could seize all of Xu Province, Zhang Liao arrived with his army and launched a counteroffensive. Fierce battles erupted, nothing like the fighting in Yan Province.
Xiapi, the Prefect's Residence.
Sun Quan sat upright in the seat of honor while a court physician beside him sliced open the wound on his arm with a small knife, extracted the arrowhead, squeezed out the pus and blood, and bandaged it.
The whole procedure left Sun Quan pale with pain, cold sweat pouring from his forehead, but he kept his teeth clenched and said nothing.
"My lord, the wound has been treated." The physician set down his knife and cautioned, "You must rest and recuperate properly for the next two months, or this arm may suffer lasting complications."
Sun Quan let out a long breath and merely nodded without speaking.
Once the physician had left, Zhou Yu, who stood nearby, could not help sighing. "My lord, you should stop going onto the battlefield yourself. It is far too dangerous."
"What would we do if something happened to you?"
Sun Quan wanted to emulate Sun Ce by leading from the front, so ever since the campaign against Xu Province began, he had personally gone into battle to kill the enemy whenever fighting broke out.
Unfortunately, he lacked his elder brother Sun Ce's martial prowess. He had already come close to danger several times, and this time, a stray arrow had struck him during the fighting.
Fortunately, the arrow was not poisoned, or the consequences would have been unthinkable.
"I was reckless." Supporting his injured arm, Sun Quan said